Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Credit for the idea - in hindsight - goes to Travis, who is the only person I know of who has given up 'blogging' for Lent. He did it first. Or 'did it first in my limited circle of acquaintances.

Some people died, things happened. Without a lot of blogs to read I had no idea that they died, who they were, why I should care. So I didn't. That was nice.

Facebook can go f* themselves. Nothing personal, I just don't feel a burning desire to re-mire myself in that slough of suck. Except that my daughter insists on posting pictures of my grandson there. If I didn't get to see him practically every day I'd have no idea what he looks like.

Still making Bread, at home. I've gotten better at it. First I had to stop trying to cowboy the thing and follow the work instructions to the letter. Then I learned what you can cowboy, and what has to be done just so.

The older kids made a shantytown at school, to learn what it was like to be in the Bonus Army. They skipped the tear gas part which takes away half the fun. Also they weren't very good shanties, what with being _inside_ and all. If I were in charge I'd have them build something big and important, more representative of that era, something you had to work at. Hoover Dam. World War II.

"Glance at the sun.See the moon and the stars.Gaze at the beauty of the earth's greenings.Now,Think."

Credit for the idea - in hindsight - goes to Travis, who is the only person I know of who has given up 'blogging' for Lent. He did it first. Or 'did it first in my limited circle of acquaintances.

Some people died, things happened. Without a lot of blogs to read I had no idea that they died, who they were, why I should care. So I didn't. That was nice.

Facebook can go f* themselves. Nothing personal, I just don't feel a burning desire to re-mire myself in that slough of suck. Except that my daughter insists on posting pictures of my grandson there. If I didn't get to see him practically every day I'd have no idea what he looks like.

Still making Bread, at home. I've gotten better at it. First I had to stop trying to cowboy the thing and follow the work instructions to the letter. Then I learned what you can cowboy, and what has to be done just so.

The older kids made a shantytown at school, to learn what it was like to be in the Bonus Army. They skipped the tear gas part which takes away half the fun. Also they weren't very good shanties, what with being _inside_ and all. If I were in charge I'd have them build something big and important, more representative of that era, something you had to work at. Hoover Dam. World War II.

"Glance at the sun.See the moon and the stars.Gaze at the beauty of the earth's greenings.Now,Think."